THEN, last night, I had to go grocery shopping and the store is just down the road about 5 miles from where my group home is. I was headed back to the house and BAM! I smacked a deer, now mind you I'm in a HUGE Econoline 350 Ford van, so the impact wasn't so bad, but had I tried to avoid it (which there was NO WAY that could happen) I would have flipped that van and gotten seriously hurt. BUT, I'm ok and so is the van. That's the most important part.
So, there was a car behind me, TOO CLOSE behind me I will say and I hope that person is ok because I think that car hit it too. Not sure. When I called the police to tell them that there is a deer on the road the 911 operator said he had just got off the phone with the person behind me who also called about the same thing.
I was in total shock. I balled my eyes out, I was shaking, I felt so terrible. How in the hell do I live in places like Minnesota, North Dakota and Michigan and getting into your car everyday is like target practice going down the road and I gotta hit a damn deer in North Reading, Massachusetts?
I'm ok though, I really am and thanks for listening!!